Lyr. Add: BONAPARTE ON ST. HELENA (2)

Bony, he is gone from the wars of all fighting,
He has gone to the place he never took delight in,
Oh, there he may sit down and tell the scenes he's seen, ah!
While forlorn he doth mourn on the Isle of St. Helena.

Louise does mourn for husband departed,
She dreams when she sleeps, and she wakes broken-hearted;
Not a friend to console her, even those that might be with her,
But she mourns when she thinks of the Isle of St. Helena.

Come all ye that have got wealth, pray beware of ambition,
For it is a decree in fate that might change your condition,
Be ye steadfast in time, for what is to come ye know not,
For fear you might be changed, like he, on the Isle of St. Helena.

The rude rushing waves all around the shores are washing,
And the great billows heave, and the wild rocks dashing,
He may look to the moon of the great Mount Diana,
With his eyes o'er the waves that around St. Helena. [surround?]

No more, in St. Clouds, he will be seen in such splendor,
Or go on, with his crowd, with the great Alexander
For the young king of Rome, and the Prince of Ganah,
Says he will bring his father home from the Isle of St. helena.

The Parliaments of England and your Holy Alliance,
To a prisoner of war you may now bid defiance,
For, your base intrigues and your baser misdemeanors
Have caused him to die on the Isle of St. Helena.

Song sheet, H. De Marsan, New York.
Bodleian, Ballads Catalogue: Harding B18(51); c. 1860.
A more coherent version, printed in the U. S.